A long time ago, before I had kids, one of the doctors I worked for said something that has stuck with me.
He had four kids.
Two boys, two girls.
He mentioned one day how he loved all his kids, BUT he loved his girls more…
because they just smell better.
Fast forward 15 years and 3 boys later and I think I might know what he is talking about.
Boys are just gross!
Not only are they gross, but they revel in their gross-ness.
To keep my sanity as the only sweet-smellin’ girl in the house, I keep the washer going and the Lysol within reach.
But it isn’t just about piles of sweaty clothes, wet towels on the floor and shoes that have a stink radius of 15 feet.
It is about the boys’ full embrace of the gross lifestyle.
Who needs clean laundry?
Why NOT leave wet towels on the floor?
Who CARES if I go to school with my hair not brushed?
I am engaged in a war on personal hygiene!
I recognized what I am up against the other night while bathing Rhett(5). I noticed he was licking the snot coming out of his nose while sitting in the tub.
Stop! That is so gross. I will wipe it with a washcloth.
No! I like it.
Ewww! It is dirty and germy and I want to wipe it with a cloth.
No! My nose is just above my mouth so I can drink it.
Ewww! It is dirty and germy and I want to wipe it with a cloth!
Mom, I LIKE it.
Ewww! It is dirty and germy and I want to wipe it with a cloth!!
I finally held him in one place long enough to wipe the dirty and germy mess snot located between his nose and mouth. He tipped back his head, licked his lip and started screaming…
GROSS Mommy! You made me eat soap!
Ya, soap is gross.